Happy Easter – 3 Line Tales

“Hey, look over there. Do you see those women staring at us? What do you think is going on?”

Maxine chewed on a blade a grass and blinked once or twice considering her answer.

“Well, it’s after Easter, so they can’t be looking to eat us. I bet they are weavers and they are wondering how difficult its going to be to get the paint out of our fleece so they can spin it and dye it and make a pretty blanket for their grandbaby.”